The wind swept by, Xia Bailu stood waist-high in the water and looked up at the flames in the sky, and faintly heard the mournful wail in the water. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The green ghost fire has floated from the water into the sky. Using the revenants in the water as fuel, they try to rush into the sky and merge with the warm flames that fall from another world.

The paper ashes that carried the thoughts of the living have been completely submerged in the water and disappeared into the boundless black torrent.

"Are you cold?"

The person in her ear suddenly spoke, and suddenly drew her attention away from the warm sea of fire above her head.

The flames floating in the water are cold, and even if you don't touch them, you can feel the yin energy contained in them.

That kind of cold is especially terrifying for the undead who have no physical temperature.

The Ghost King walked slowly from the water and draped his black robe over her.

"Actually, I conjured this thing, and it didn't work. But let's talk about it. ”

The Ghost King looked up at the sky and laughed dryly: "The form always has to go a little, even if I gave it to you for that unconscionable little ghost." ”

This kind of behavior called "caring" not only can't make people feel the warmth of family affection, but is easy to beat, you know?

"I kind of get the idea."

Xia Bailu looked down at the robe draped on her body, and said with a smile: "No wonder Xiaobei complains to me every time that his brother can't speak." ”

The black robe was made of unknown materials, soft and smooth to the touch, with a dark glow, and if you looked closely, you could see the layers of dark lines on the clothes.

Whether it is the black water or ghost fire around them, or the sparks falling from the sky, they can only pass along the smooth fabric, and cannot leave a trace on it.

"It's really not very warm, though."

Xia Bailu raised her head and smiled politely at the tall man beside her: "But thank you anyway." ”

"Do You Know ......"

The ghost king looked at her side face, as if he wanted to say something, but after seeing her turn her head, he shook his head decisively: "Forget it, it's nothing." ”

Xia Bailu looked at him suspiciously, and didn't know what to think, so she suddenly bent her eyes and smiled knowingly.

"It's good that you understand, and I don't need to say anything more."

The ghost king was uncomfortable with her gentle gaze, and lowered his head in embarrassment, staring at the turbulent water under his feet in a daze.

Xia Bailu couldn't help but play with him, and asked him with a blank face, "What do you want to say?" I don't understand if I don't say it. ”

The Ghost King awkwardly avoided her gaze and touched his nose.

"Nothing."

As the water level rises, the black water flow gradually stabilizes. They circled around the ruins of the temple, but did nothing, and returned the way they came.

It looked as if something was guiding them, and the flood that had roared and raged like a beast suddenly became docile at this time, and when it flowed by the side of the Ghost King, it was no different from a petty pet that was spoiled to its owner.

After the ghost fire that came down the water and the flames in the sky fused with each other, they were finally defeated by the fireworks with temperature above, and they were gradually engulfed without a trace.

A faint shadow under the water swam downward. From afar, it looks like an elegant and slender fish, dangling a long arc in the water, and traveling leisurely along the current.

The ghost king let out an impatient "tsk" and re-touched the long sword in his hand.

"It's coming so soon."

He turned his head and gave Xia Bailu a look, motioned for her to dodge a little, and raised his long sword to aim in front of him - the place where the black shadow was about to come out ~ water.

The shadow didn't look big when it was underwater. After really jumping out of the water~ on the surface, Xia Bailu found that her body size was even two sizes higher than herself.

That's right, it's "her".

The beautiful mermaid jumped up from the turbid water, drawing a graceful arc in mid-air, and the swaying silver tail brought up a string of beating water droplets, like pearls smashed into the water.

Several small silver fish jumped out of the water after her, following her example and drawing silver arcs in mid-air, before falling back into the water.

When the mermaid fell into the water, it moved very lightly, barely making a loud sound, and even the splash was extremely low. The movements seem to be light ~ light, but with a certain sense of beauty full of power ~ , it is not much worse than the best divers.

This was followed by a roar from underwater.

After the mermaid came out of the water~ , an even bigger shadow appeared quickly from the water. By the time she had fallen back into the water, the shadow had stirred up the water again, which had gradually returned to its tranquility.

Two faint wisps of ghostly fire lit up from underwater, and the corpse dragon that was left with only the skeleton rushed out of the water with its mouth wide open.

It is like a big fish chasing small fish, and when it bites in the air where the mermaid once stayed, the huge sound waves generated when the upper and lower rows of teeth collide with the turbulent water, smashing into a deep puddle.

The tall waves fell from the sky, and fell like a torrential rain, smashing on the umbrella above Xia Bailu's head.

Holding an umbrella, the Ghost King stretched out a hand around her shoulders and held her in his arms. No matter how great the force of the waves outside was smashing, there was never a drop of water on her.

"That won't work, I'll have to find you somewhere."

The Ghost King pushed her back a few steps, putting away her umbrella and reaching out to the ground.

A boulder floated out of the water, completely ignoring the laws of physics, and floated like a boat.

"Hmm......"

The ghost king touched his chin and looked at the stone for a moment, and whispered to himself: "It seems that the place is a little small? ”

As he spoke, he raised his sword and swept across the void.

The top of the boulder not far away disappeared silently, and only a few seconds later did the sound of "crackling" rubble falling into the water be heard.

The boulder with one corner cut off leaves just one room for one person.

"Let's go over."

The Ghost King let go of the hand on her shoulder and pushed her towards the boulder, "You can keep your clothes." ”

After saying this, he turned the water and whistled at the water, and stabbed his sword at the dragon head that chased in front of him.

The merfolk floated close to his back, and opened its arms at the corpse dragon.

From behind, the mermaid looked like some goddess about to be martyred, with a certain sacred and resolute temperament.

She raised her head slightly, revealing her slender white neck; Long curvy and smooth hair is draped behind the back, fluttering in the wind; The two butterfly bones on the smooth back add a bit of sexuality to her~.

The scene of long wet hair brushing over the back seems to be very common, but for some reason it makes the people watching it have some beautiful reverie.

The fishtail on the surface of the water is half-exposed~ showing her alien identity, not only does it detract from her charm, but makes her more mysterious.

There are always people who say that women are half ~ covered ~ half ~ exposed to the most sexual~ sensitive, but the mermaid in front of her doesn't need to do any extra decoration at all. She is so naked~ naked and naked, which is still enough for people to chase wildly.

Not to mention a man, even Xia Bailu, who is a woman, was inexplicably a little dry when she saw the back in front of her.

The unattainable sacredness and the extreme erotic sexuality ~ sense of sex are fused into her body, creating a unique special ~ thing in this world.

It's a pity that this beauty can only be appreciated by humans. When the corpse dragon saw her action, he didn't know which nerve was touched, and the ghost fire in his eye socket exploded violently, raising his head and rushing down to smash it down.

A fishy smell gushed out of its mouth, and a yellow-green miasma surrounded it, which was blown away by the wind it carried as it fell.

The Ghost King closed his eyes and disappeared from his place in an instant.

In the next second, his figure appeared directly above the head of the corpse dragon. The long sword passed through a crack in its skull, and went straight ~ into the skull, which was full of ghostly fire.

The corpse dragon was in pain, shook its head and tail out of the water, and rushed towards the boundless flames above.

The mermaid completed her task of pulling hatred, glanced back at Xia Bailu behind her, and flicked her tail to chase after the sky.

"Did she just glare at me?"

Xia Bailu, who was huddled on the boulder and floated with the waves, whispered to herself and tightened the robe on her body.

However, it didn't work, and this thin dress didn't play a role in keeping out the cold at all. The biting wind blew along the fine cloth like countless tiny steel needles piercing her body.

Such cold and stinging were already familiar to her.

It was the wind that only blows when the world of the living wants to expel the undead, and she has encountered it many times in the human world, but she didn't expect such a wind to blow in the crack where the two worlds meet.

Probably because I really should go.

She smiled wryly and looked up at the sky.

The people who flew into the fire and other things that weren't people were gone.

"I'll be back."

She reached out and stroked the fine patterns on her clothes, and smiled in disappointment.

"After all, the clothes are still here."

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Xia Beifeng was surrounded by them the moment his fingers touched the flames.

There seemed to be countless hands in the void tugging at his body, pulling him upward. He couldn't even say a word of farewell.

It should be said.

It was only after his sight was completely occupied by the firelight that he began to regret it in hindsight.

There was the sound of flames burning in my ears, and the paper ashes hanging on the flames were constantly falling from my side, and there was a small sound of crumbling before they burned out.

He could feel himself rising, and he could feel some presence below him tugging at his body that wouldn't let him go.

Overall, he's still on the rise. It's not fast, it's slow.

The flames surrounding him were not hot, they could barely be considered warm. However, for those who have been in the cold wind for a long time, this little warmth is also a very lucky thing.

Xia Beifeng comforted himself, and the ghost envoy stretched out his hand to a piece of paper that fell on his side.

The moment his finger touched the flames, something sharp seemed to prick his finger. It's a little painful, but it's more soreness and tingling.

An indescribable sadness spread from his fingers to the bottom of his heart, evoking the regret he was still sighing just now.

"Mom's ......"

A little girl's voice came from the piece of paper he held in the palm of his hand.

"Mom...... Mom...... Mom, don't go to sleep, get up and play with me, okay? Aren't you the one who likes to play with me the most? ”

"Why did Dad say you would sleep for a long time, could you not sleep that long?"

"This box is so small, Mom, are you comfortable sleeping in it, let's get up and go home with me, if you want to sleep, the bed at home is more comfortable."

"Didn't you tell me every morning that lying in bed would turn into a little lazy worm? Are you going to become a big lazy worm if you don't get up now? ”

The girl's voice sounded extremely childish ~ tender, no more than three or four years old. The words were slurred, and the voice of sobbing and shouting at his mother sounded particularly moving.

As the pieces of paper burned in his hands, the girl's cry in his ears gradually weakened until it disappeared.

Xia Beifeng raised his hand and threw out the gray paper ashes, looked at the falling powder, and fell into deep thought.

How did I get here? Crying like this girl too?

It doesn't seem to be.

I can't find the scene of myself holding the coffin and crying in my memory, and it seems that even the sad and lost picture is extremely blurry. More often than not, he shuttles through the crowded yard looking for something.

Just as he began to wonder how heartless he had been, a wrinkled old lady suddenly burst into his memory.

It was another mother who had come from a small village thousands of miles away to see her daughter off on her last journey.

She has never left the small village of her hometown in her life, and the first time she went out was to give her daughter a funeral, which is probably sad.

He still remembered the old lady standing in the crowded courtyard at a loss. Because I saw too many things that I had never seen before, and because of the language barrier, I never dared to talk to people, and the appearance of standing cautiously to the side looked a little funny at a glance. Despite her efforts to look neat and tidy, she still doesn't fit in with her surroundings.

Xia Beifeng covered his eyes and pieced together a piece of the past through his vague memories.

Did I laugh at the time?

It doesn't seem to be.

The memory of this old man is more about the warm feeling of a wrinkled hand caressing the top of his head, and the stiff and awkward Chinese sentence.

"Don't cry, Xiaobei."

Oh yes. The old man was seriously ill at that time. I just rolled off the hospital bed~ and was about to preside over the funeral when I couldn't stand steadily, and I didn't have time to take care of the child, so I followed her all the time.

Memory is sometimes quite wonderful. When you try to remember something, it hides in a corner and plays hide-and-seek, no matter how you recall and associate it, those important fragments never come out to see.

It wasn't until I saw a few of its footprints that I could drag it out of some dark corner and expose it to the sun.

With a little clue, you can complete all the forgotten things in an instant.

Yes, no one took care of the children that day, I took Xiaotian with me. Running around the yard to find bottles that I don't know where to put them. Later, when I found it on the windowsill, I scared away the butterflies that had been green.

Outside the courtyard, two other people greeted me through the railing.

Those blurred faces gradually became clearer.

The butterflies dancing in the snow in the cold winter moon, the scene that has always been regarded as a dream by me.

Two men standing on the side watching...... It's Xia Yi and Ye Baiyu.

"Ah, I saw them so early!"

Xia Beifeng groaned in pain~ and suddenly had some doubts about his memories.

It's better not to think about it, is it too late for me to forget now?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, a rather familiar roar came from below, interrupting his thoughts.

"Sleep~ groove, there's no end to it!"

He lowered his head with a wail and saw the ghost king stepping on top of the corpse dragon's head approaching quickly.

"Do me a favor!"

The Ghost King greeted him with a smile on his face.

Immediately after that, a green ghost fire surged upwards with great momentum.

"I thought you guys had already fixed it."

Xia Beifeng stretched out his hand and dragged down the black dragon hanging on his shoulder, and shook its tail twice vigorously.

"Hey, hey, the bastard foreman who has lost his conscience has called us to move bricks!"

Fei Yan opened his eyes, first glanced back at his master in confusion, and then looked down at his gaze in surprise.

The figure of the corpse dragon got closer and closer, and the black dragon hanging on his arm instantly entered the battle mode, turning into a black dragon larger than the corpse dragon, surrounding him, and spitting out a mouthful of flames downward.

"Come on!"

It roared angrily, "Look at me beating your bones to slag this time." ”

"Ground into bone meal and sold as medicine."

Xia Beifeng took it leisurely, reached out and patted the top of its head as a sign of encouragement.

The black dragon opened its mouth, and a little black cold light appeared in its throat.

Xia Beifeng pulled out the spear from the black dragon's mouth~ and his swirling thoughts finally fell on the night of the funeral.

There was a circle of white candles around the two of them, and the yellow paper in the mud basin at their feet had not yet burned out. The wrinkled old lady sat by the tombstone and hummed a ditty in an unknown language, looking at him helplessly and dotingly.

After the last rays of the evening sun fell into the horizon, the figure of the mother walked slowly out from behind the tombstone, accompanied by the old man's hoarse and muffled singing.

I didn't cry, but have I ever done such a fucking thing?

He was amazed that he had finally completed the memory puzzle and hung it on the black dragon's back, meeting the monsters rushing up below.

(To be continued.) )